Beverage Napkins

Bubbles and I had quite the little adventure on our mini-vacation trip to Breckenridge this past weekend. It was a bonding trip with notes written on beverage napkins as proof! Its always a little rough when you start to write things down to help you not forget great quotes, funny moments, or random situations. It also helped to jog our memory the next morning. It is never a good idea to let Anita Mandlay to be in charge of ordering shots and drinks. Every time you turn around there will be another one in front of you. The chick can drink, she is a seasoned professional! Bubbles and I just can't keep up, although, I think it is safe to say that Bubbles did a better job than I did.

We got up to Breckenridge around lunch time on Saturday. A little bit of a late start, after I had trouble getting out of bed Saturday morning. What can I say, its a little rough closing the bar getting home around 3ish & not able to fall asleep till 5ish. However, I managed to pull myself out of bed, pack, get to the bank, pick up my favorite Florida sweatshirt, and head west. We made it just in time for lunch at the Breckenridge Brewery. I of course, wasn't the least bit hungry, so I decided I would have a few (literally 3) chicken wings and probably 3 or maybe 4 carrot sticks. Their version of Guinness were flowing, the Irish Car Bombs weren't far behind...and soon enough I was not hungry at all! That my friends was my 1st major mistake. If you are going to try to keep up with Anita Mandlay than you best eat something. It wasn't as if I was even trying to keep up with her, but every time she orders herself a shot (which is fairly often) she orders a round of shots. God forbid, someone actually drink alone!

After lunch, we had a mission. I needed to buy some socks. I might be the only person to go to Breckenridge without any socks. My clogs were getting snow in them, and my toes were getting a little chilly. We asked a local and they pointed us to the Joy of Sox...what an amazing store. I was in heaven! I might be the only person I know that can never have enough socks! Lucky for me they had a package of 3 little miss match socks, which happened to be match a pair my mother had sent me a while back. Now I have three pairs of toe socks, as opposed to just three random socks. :) It was like hitting the jackpot in the sock world! After we were done with the socks, it is time to go bar-hopping...Anita Mandlay is extremely good at this. I thought I should have been able to hang, but I think I am officially getting old! I had one of the famous cookie sandwich that is literally better than anyway else. Its huge, the icing is creamy and so sweet that, almost to the point that you have to have a permanent sweet tooth to be able to eat the entire thing...this I can handle without batting an eye! After a few more shots and a couple of beers...back to the tattoo parlor we went. This time however, was for Bubbles! She got a dancer on the top of her left foot. I am sure the tattoo hurt, cause my hand was still throbbing for a good hour after the 10 minute tattoo was done. We did however, have to switch shoes because she couldn't have her tennis shoes rub against the tattoo. That seemed like a good idea, but I wear an entire size bigger than her, so it was a little rough on my toes. It was the first time I wore Saucony's, and they are now going to be referred to as Marshmallow shoes...they were amazing, it was ashame they were too small!

The night progressed from there...more and more shots combined with more and more beers, however, there was never another mention of food! Before I realized it, it was almost 10 pm and I forgot that we hadn't eaten dinner and that I hadn't actually eaten anything besides 3 chicken wings and some carrots all day..."oh, that magical cookie!" Anita Mandlay and her boy toy bounced and left the night to us youngsters. Bubbles and I sat around and chatted at Eric's downstairs bar. Some random moron's decided to buy us a beer, exactly what we didn't need...but that's okay we allowed them. The sad story was they didn't come over and talk to us at all! Thanks for the Guinness guys, it was much appreciated...but word to the wise you might want to actually talk to the girls you are buying beer for. We finish half a beer and then decide to bounce. On the way, all I wanted was fried wontons! I talked about fried wontons for at least an hour. For those of you who know Breckenridge, its a little skiing town that literally shuts down at 10pm. Needless to say, we didn't find any fried wontons...it was sad story!

Our sad story proceeded to get worse. We get into the elevator, push the 2nd floor and then realize that neither of us know our room number. Rut Rhoe, we however, think this is absolutely hysterical. Bubbles takes the room key and tries probably 7 out of 10 rooms, while I sit on the comfy chairs, trying to decide how I can get some fried wontons. :) No such luck finding our room, we didn't try the one next to the elevator because we thought we remembered walking further than that out of the elevator. Only we, would screwed that up! Down to the lobby we go, to ask the front desk clerk what room we are in. She asks what the name on the room was, and the only thing I wanted to say was "its a fun last name." Its a good thing Bubbles knew the last name, because I couldn't come up with anything besides "its a fun last name." I am sure the front desk clerk, was not the least bit amused!

Finally make it back to our room, sit up and chat for a little bit and then hit the sack. More in we passed the f*ck out, but hitting the sack will work for the moment. I wake up 2 hours later and rush to the bathroom. I proceed to toss my cookies for a good hour - hour an a half, while Bubbles is dead to the world. I try to wake her up on two different occasions, telling her I need a coke. The third time, I wake her up by yelling and throw money at her to go find me a coke to help settle my stomach. She kind of stumbles out of bed and manages to find me a pepsi. Good enough, I was just thrilled to have the bubbles. I am still tossing cookies in the bathroom, when in she comes. She looks at me and says "since I am already up, I might as well wash my face and brush my teeth, feel free to get sick while I am in here." And sure enough, she washes her face, brushes her teeth and then heads back to bed. There I sat praying to the porcilan god, to just let me begin to feel better. Never once did I say that I promise I will never drink again (that is normally what I say at that moment), but not this time. I just really wanted to get all of it out, so I could sleep!